If Scaramouche were a sane person, he would admit that Childe was a formidable opponent. In fact, he'd even tell him. Yet, he has never been sane. The more the anger festered inside of him, the crazier he became. And even now, now he had this odd second chance, now he is without that gnosis he holds so dear, it is all he can focus on.

Anger, this urge to destroy, this hunger to make someone suffer.

"Transform. Now let me see your true form. The one they fear so much."

Normally Scaramouche would have been speaking loudly but this time Childe can hear the words buzzing in his mind. If he would fail to defeat the other, it would at least mean an end to all of this.

And while convincing the other to use more strength he easily hops around, avoiding those attacks with more and more ease.

"This is barely a challenge."